Sometimes I quench my rainy-summer-day blues in cooking, like making yesterdays onion soup. It took me about three hours to finish it and left my hair, clothes and the entire apartment smelling with onion and butter. Sigurd loved it, and said that it would have been divine with the white wine that was intended with the recipe but which we didn't have. Anyways, it cured our sore throats.
I've really got the hang of my spotmatic. And to be honest I don't want to ever stop using it, even though I don't want to completely abandon its stepsister, the nikon, either. At the same time I'm trying to figure out how to post my analog photos with the delay that the development of film requires. Oh, how I wish that those mom-and-pop photo shops with the one-hour development services could come back.